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Hello my darling friends.
Today has been a pretty telling day for me. One that is filled with thoughtful internal feelings. Thoughts about where our minds have been going. Thoughts about peer pressure and what it means to all of us.
So many kids now-a-days are feeling the need to listen to others before themselves. They are willing to mold themselves into what others want them to be. And honestly, this isn’t just “kids,” it is all of us. WE are becoming sheep friends. Sheep.
I know that many of you are staring at this page right now and saying, “What the hell does that mean?” So let me explain with this story that I saw today.
A girl was with a guy that she loved deeply. She adored him. But he would constantly bicker about her looks, about how she done her make-up, her hair, even her weight. He liked short hair, she cut hers off. He didn’t like her make-up, she changed it. He thought she was getting fat, so she stopped eating. She spent her entire life wrapped inside of this fear that she wasn’t good enough.
That hit me friends. That really hit me hard.
But it also got me thinking about the bigger picture. About how many of us are living this outer world where we have no control. We are following this ideal that what and who we REALLY are, isn’t good enough. Well friends, this is my reply to that.
FUCK THAT.
I’m sorry for the language but in the end, that is exactly how I feel.
Even in a relationship, as another example, you are head over heels in love with someone, but then your friends start talking shit. “Why waste your time on that loser?” “That asshole is just going to hurt you.” “She is nothing but a whore.”
Too many times you have situations like that. People stepping in to run their pie holes when they have absolutely no, and I mean NO, say in your relationship.
These are all things we need to work on. ALL OF US.
Look, I am not going to sugar coat this shit. You can polish a turd all you want, but in the end it is still a turd. And this my friends is shit. Plain and simple.
When it comes to living life, that is YOUR opinion. Not anyone elses. No one else has the right to dictate your life and how you live it. **Note here: If you are an underage person, this does and doesn’t apply to you. Your parents set rules, give you guidelines, not because they are acting like assholes, but because they are wanting you safe and for you to learn right and wrong! THERE IS A DIFFERENCE! This is pertaining to those that are considered “friends” or “a significant other.” Got that? I will explain down below where they, meaning the ‘rents “do not” have a say alright?**
All of us have a right to be exactly who we are, without fear of being bullied. None of us deserve to be treated like shit because some asshole seems to think that we should be cut out of some imaginary mold that they have created with their pea-brains. It doesn’t work like that friends. It simply doesn’t.
Someone doesn’t like your make-up? They don’t have to look at ya.
Someone doesn’t like your size? They don’t have to look at ya.
Someone doesn’t like your hair? See above answer.
All that matters is that YOU like it. That is just the way it is. If it makes you happy, then by all means do it. Make YOURSELF happy. You need to understand that no one else can love you, can care about you, can make you happy better than YOU can. And yes, this falls into the parent thing. *focuses on the kidlings that might be reading.* Kids, look. You aren’t a cookie cutter honey. You are you. You are an individual. Be happy with who you are inside and start exploring the looks that make you happy. You want to dress in all pink? By all means do it. You want to dress in all black and explore the whole “goth” thing, by all means do it. But ease yourself into it, along with your parents. Make subtle changes so that it doens’t all just BAM! Right in the kisser your family. Sit down and talk to them, explain what you are feeling, how you want to explore different looks. Talk to them like an adult. And please, for the sake of all spaghetti, DO NOT WHINE AND ACT LIKE A BABY! Seriously. It won’t get you anywhere. It will make you look like an immature little brat, and if you are wanting to be an individual, YOU NEED TO ACT MATURE! You need to show them that you have a good head on your shoulders, not that you have mush between your ears.
You in a relationship, and people are trying to tell you bad things? Who cares!
You in a relationship, and people talking shit? Who cares!
They aren’t in your relationship. They aren’t a part of the big picture. The only thing that matters is that the person you are with treats you with respect, with love. That they cherish you. Who gives a damn what anyone else says? This ain’t no menage-a-trois people. This is YOUR relationship: NOT THEIRS.
Those bitches have no say in your love life. None what-so-ever. They don’t have a say about anything. If they keep on going, then perhaps you need to rethink your relationship with THEM. Because seriously y’all, it sounds like they are trying to rule you, and that shit don’t fly with the ol’ Lilly here.
Y’all, listen. Seriously. Be yourselves. Don’t worry about what other people think. It took me a long time to realize that I am my own person. I am my own unique being. I don’t want to live for what others think, what others want. I want to live for ME. I want to make me HAPPY.
We all deserve that.
Know that you can always message me, my email is on the side there if you want to talk. I don’t mind. But I will tell ya again. I won’t sugar coat anything. I will tell ya like it is. And by all means share your experiences in the comments. Share this with someone you know that is going through this very problem. And STAND BY YOUR (AND THEIR) decisions.
AND
Always be you.
Love Always,
L
PS. About that girl I talked to at the beginning of this post. Her boyfriend left her for someone younger and “better looking.” She spent months blaming herself. But then she woke up and saw that it wasn’t her that was the problem. He wanted someone to mold, and she just didn’t. I am damn glad to have read that post today.
And to that girl.
I am so proud of you.

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Hello my dears. I do hope that the new year is treating all of you well. I am in one of those “I feel like I have been hit by a bus” moments.

Yes, friends, the plague has hit me and it isn’t letting go without a fight. And by plague, I mean the flu. I have been whining, bitching and doing all the other normal things that sick people do. Yelling to the heavens that I have the plague, the Hanta virus, malaria, you name it. In the matter of a week, I have given myself all of the horrible diseases that my flu rattled mine could think of.

BUT (and this is a big but!)

Something has happened and I am not sure how to respond to it.

Last month (December 2015 for those of you from the future) I was outside with Waya doing our normal routine of fixing up the gutters and the sumsuches of our home before winter. I am getting ready to climb the horrid ladder that has been bestowed upon us from Satan and Waya yells down, “OMG LIL’! WHISTLE!” I’m thinking, “What the hell?” But I do.

As I turn towards where he is looking, I see a streak of something white and grey barreling at me at full speed. I could see my life flashing before my eyes friends, I knew the end was near. Here I was, all bundled up and ready to work, only to have my life snuffed out by some demon to which I couldn’t see. I yelled to the heavens, “I’M COMIN’ ELIZABETH!” in Red Foxx style wanting at least my final words to be something epic. That is when it happened. I was football tackled by a giant monster. I’m screaming as the wind is knocked outta me. And that is when I felt it.

I felt a cold nose pushing against my cheek, a huge tongue coming forth to run across my face. This, my friends was pure terror. I can see its bright blue eyes staring into my soul. And I’m screamin’ bloody murder y’all, until I realize, it… was…a…dog. A HUGE f’ing dog y’all. And not just any dog. This dog was gorgeous. I felt my heart begin to pound as I realize, It was a Siberian Husky.

A SIBERIAN HUSKY!

Now many of you that know me, know how much this moment means to me. But for those of you that don’t, let me explain.

I love wolves and dogs that look like wolves. The husky, no matter which type, is the closest to looking like a wolf. And keep in mind, I do not like dogs. I am a cat person.

BUT the husky is just a glorious creature that makes my heart melt with pure love. And here one stands before me, giving me all the love that he possibly could. And he is tall. He stands about a foot taller than me when his paws are on my shoulders. HUGE!!!!

I found a tag on him and called the number. A nice young lady answered and when I told her that I had her dog she was blown away. She couldn’t believe he had jumped yet another fence. Not only that but he traveled a good 1/2 mile to get to where Waya and I live.

She pleasantly asked if we would be able to keep him until she got off of work and we agreed whole-heartedly. This was my dream people. So I was going to be able to pretend, if only for a little while, that he was mine.

As soon as she got out of work, she came by and we chatted for a few moments while she held onto him. I could feel my heart shatter as I watched her getting ready to put him in the car. I told her that if she ever needed a dog sitter that I am MORE than willing to do it.

AND that is when it happened.

She turned back and said, “Look, I will be moving in a few weeks. Do you think that maybe you would want him?”

I felt my entire body lift up, angels singing, little cherubs dancing around as I floated onto the clouds where God himself stood. I felt a voice come out of me, similar to that of Spongebob Squarepants as he says, “Really?”

And she said, “I will think about it, and if I decide, I will let you know okay?”

By this time I am drunk on love.

I missed him immensely for two days. Every hair (and there is a LOT from a husky) I found reminded me of him and would send me back into that forward spiral of AWWWWWW-ness. And then we got a knock on the door.

I open to see those beautiful blue eyes looking at me.

But no owner.

He had escaped yet again and came right home. Right to me. I let him in and make the phone call to say, “Yeah, about him. He is kind of here right now.”

Y’all would have laughed your asses off at the sound of pure shock in her voice. This is pretty much how the convo was.

Me – So yeah, about him. He’s kind of here right now.

Her – Say what now?

Me – Yeah, he’s here.

Her – Are you serious?

Me – Um yeah.

Her – You have got to be kidding me!

Me – Nope.

HIM – I wuv you. I wuv you. (SERIOUSLY Y’ALL! HE TALKS!)

Her – Lilly, he must really like it with you. He jumped off a two story building for you.

Me – Say what now?

So yeah. That happened.

Finally she told me that he is mine. That she couldn’t risk him getting hurt. So here I sit, a giant monster of a dog that thinks my cats are chew toys in my house.

So everyone, I would like to introduce:

Coyo (short for coyote) The Giant Monster of Love.

And yes y’all. My ass in wearing a onesie and I am not ashamed to say it.